He is 12-years old and was playing his video games as always. He comes running up the steps, figuring it was a spider. Well, the shadow flies at his head and he realizes what I'm screaming about. He jumps in my bedroom and slams the door.
Have you guessed what it was yet?
It was a horrid, nasty, smelly BAT!
He grabs a baseball bat and we slowly step out the door, making sure to shut it behind us. All the other bedroom doors were shut already, so we knew it wasn't in any of them. We go downstairs and poke around every corner, behind every curtain and under all the tables. Nothing there. We were quite the sight - T with the baseball bat and me with a broom. Mighty huntress, I wasn't.
We start back upstairs and he hears it in the bathroom, so he slams the door shut and we spend the rest of the night with the light on in my room. He wouldn't let me turn off the bedroom light.
Around 2:30, he had to go to the bathroom, but there was no way he was going in that room, so I drove him to a near-by Sheetz (24-hour convenience store).
Randy gets home at 8 a.m. and has to take care of the thing immediately. He knocks it off the shower caddy with the broom, then captures it and sends it on its way.
I'm sure it will be funny eventually, but at the time I was really scared. Those things can carry rabies and I'm a product of way too many horror movies. All I could picture was the thing turning into a vampire. With my luck, it would look like the original Nosferatu and not a hot one like Angel or Spike. What a total nightmare!
So, that was my day so far. I have to cover a graduation ceremony in an hour with absolutely no sleep. Should be fun.